#love.🩺

[itadores]

thinking abt him modeling some clothes for reader .. this cutie needs a shopping day of his own ! - 🩺

note: wah thank u for the suggestion!! i was actually thinking about shopping for sakura as i was writing some of my other drabbles

pairing: sakura haruka x gender neutral reader

word count: .8k

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff

sakura doesn't know how he ended up in this position- in a fitting room, trying on an outfit you picked out for him like some sort of doll.

sakura was initially under the impression that this shopping trip was meant for you. looking back on it, however, you never explicitly said it was. although, sakura thought it was implied, considering whenever you ask him to go shopping it’s so you can do so as he follows you around from store to store. he didn’t realize that this time you wanted to go shopping with the intention of picking out clothes for him.

he tried to protest when you revealed your true intentions, but they quickly died down when you gave him a look, batting your lashes at him and jutting your lower lip out in a pout, and said that it would make you really happy if he let you shop for him. even if sakura knew you were playing up your reactions and being overly dramatic, he couldn’t deny you and reluctantly agreed.

he thought that you would pick out a few shirts and maybe a pair of pants for him and that would be all. but sakura guesses he should have known better, considering he's more than familiar with your personal shopping habits. as you moved throughout the store, you ended up amassing a pile of clothes, which you handed off to sakura. he grunted under the weight of it. how could clothes be so heavy?

you plucked different articles of clothing from the pile, holding them up to your own body as you showed sakura how you thought they should be paired together. he didn't really understand the importance of matching certain pieces together, used to just making an outfit out of whatever was clean in his closet, but he did his best to follow along to what you were saying.

after you've gone through all the different outfits he can make with the pile of clothes gathered in his arms, you usher him towards the fitting room before he has a chance to process what's going on.

which is how sakura has ended up in the fitting room, dressed in clothes that you paired together for him. he looks at himself in the mirror, his reflection staring back at him. it's weird. the outfit isn't too far out of his comfort zone, a simple plain gray t-shirt and a pair of black slim-fit jeans, but he still feels strange seeing himself in the mirror. maybe, it's because you picked out the clothes for him. it makes him feel a little like a doll that you're playing dress up with.

and the fact that sakura has to go out into the waiting area and show you what the outfit, which you specifically picked out for him, looks like really doesn't help that feeling. sakura doesn't necessarily want to leave the fitting room, but he's been in your position many times and knows that you're probably getting impatient by now. sakura's been in the fitting room nearly as long as you typically are.

sakura shakes his head. what is he so afraid of? it's just you out there. he decides to stop being such a coward and sucks it up. he inhales sharply and exits the fitting room out into the waiting area before he can second guess himself.

you move at breakneck speed. you jerk your head up so quickly upon hearing footsteps that sakura thinks you must have pulled something in your neck. you spring up from your seat to approach sakura.

sakura doesn't know what else to do besides stand there awkwardly. he feels a little bit like a bug under a magnifying glass with the way you're looking at him.

“haruka, you look so good! like really really good!” you exclaim, looking him up and down appraisingly. "the shirt and the pants fit you so well! better than i expected honestly!"

sakura's face becomes increasingly red with each word that falls out of your mouth. you've never held back from complimenting him before, but the constant stream of praise flowing from you is too much for him to handle.

"okay i get it!" sakura abruptly says, unable to take much more. his face is aflame already. you appear to be startled by the interruption, but you quickly recover.

"oops, did i go a little overboard?" you rub the back of your neck, a guilty smile stretching across your cheeks. a little is an understatement. "i couldn't help myself, you just look so good, haruka!" you motion towards his body as if he's the one at fault for your reaction.

“i get it,” he grits out, ears burning. any more of this, and sakura thinks he might just die of embarrassment.

“okay, okay, i’ll stop teasing now.” you put your hands up in surrender, but the grin doesn’t leave your face. “the outfit’s nice, now go try on and another one for me!”

sakura doesn’t think he’s going to make it out of this shopping trip alive.

[prettyboyoncologist]

[ask-harvey]

❤️

now you can carry me wherever you'd like me to be, right by your side.

[jadelemonadee]

in a feverish, delirious rage…

FANART FOR TODAY WE ARE ALL DEMONS (on ao3) BECAUSE IM SO VERY CRAZY ABOUT IT…,.;;,can’t stop thinking about this scene so i had to draw it more will be coming

[mon-ster-chen]

💫...i need oxygen, 💗〰️🩺🥼

..happy sunday for you😘

[zalammander-paradise]

hello world i am alive once again to give you whytehead wednesday celebration [ i KNOOOOW I KNOOOWOW ITS OUT OF CHARACTER i just like drawing him ..:3 ]

[flwrchyld]

I had two patients in the same room today & one family was yelling at me, but when I left the other patient kept asking how I was doing & apologizing on thier behalf 🤧

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Meeting

Pairing: Casey Acosta x Nic Blake

A/N: Wanted to write a little fic about how I met Casey and he asked me out!

Nic stormed into the emergency department, eyes scanning over the usual chaos. Her fists were balled, clenching on the white coat she wore. “Who’s the idiot that delivered a baby without paging OB?” she yelled out into the room, hoping to gain the attention of someone.

A few of the nurses and doctors who were at the nurses station exchanged looks, not wanting to speak up. Nic put her hands on her hips as she waited for someone to reply, brows and nose scrunched as she looked over the room more. Lauren glanced at Casey as he gave her an inquisitive look about the doctor walking in and yelling. She did her best to convey the sentiment of “don’t do it” but it was too late. He was already walking up to Nic.

“Uh, hi. ‘Idiot’ here,” he said, approaching her. She looked at him with hardened eyes. “Why is it so bad I delivered the baby?”

”How many births have you assisted?” she asked curtly. Casey’s mouth opened as he tried to think of an answer, unsure if it was a trick question or not. Nic blinked as she waited for an answer. When none came, she replied, “Because I’ve delivered hundreds of babies at this point. You page OB for a reason. You don’t see me coming down here and telling you how to dress a wound or stabilize a patient, so don’t do my job.”

With her rant over, Nic stomped out of the ED, leaving Casey befuddled as he looked over at Lauren for help. What just happened? He had never been told off like that before, at least not when he wasn’t with family or in the army.

“Who was that?” he asked Lauren as she walked over with the iPad holding a patient’s lab results.

“Doctor Blake. She works in OB and Labor & Delivery. She’s kind of territorial,” she explained, looking down at the results.

“I can see that.” He stared at that space where Nic previously stood. “She’s mean. It’s kinda hot.” Lauren raised her brow at him as he continued. “I think I’m gonna ask her out.”

”She’s gonna eat you alive,” she told him matter-of-factly.

”I’m still gonna try.”

A tired sigh escaped Nic’s lips as she looked down at her watch. It was a little past 7pm and she just finished her shift. She leaned against the nurse’s station to catch her breath and take a moment. It felt like this day was nonstop, and she barely had a moment to gather her thoughts as she remembered it was Tuesday.

“Doctor Blake?” a voice called out, and she choked back an exasperated groan. What was it now? But Nic looked over, her brows furrowing as she saw the nurse from earlier approaching her. What did he want?

“Can I help you?” she asked curtly, crossing her arms as she pushed off the counter.

“I didn’t get to introduce myself earlier. I’m Casey.” He smiled at her, and it unnerved Nic. She was having a hard time reading him. “What’s your name?”

“You know my name. Doctor Blake.”

Casey shifted nervously. Was she always like this? Maybe Lauren was right… “I know your last name, but not your first,” he pointed out.

She sighed exasperatedly. She was tired and hungry, her feet hurt, and she wanted to go home and take a nice shower before dinner. It was getting harder to mask and she was losing her patience. “Is there something you need?”

“Uh, well, I wanted to know if you’d, um… want to go on a date?” He finally managed to get the words out.

“What bet did you lose?” Nic asked amusedly, brow cocked as she looked at him. She had to admit he was easy on the eyes, but he was way out of her league.

Casey paused at her reply. That certainly wasn’t the response he was expecting. He opened and closed his mouth, looking like a fish as he tried to find the words to say. “...Why would you assume I lost a bet?” he asked curiously.

Nic snorted. Was he blind? Or stupid? “Because the only reason a guy has ever asked me out is because he’s either desperate, or he lost a bet. So what’s your reason?”

“My reason is I want to ask a beautiful woman out on a date,” he replied earnestly.

Now it was time for her to be speechless. Nic couldn’t find her voice as his response hit her. How could he think she was… This had to be a prank of some sort. Was it April First? No, it was January. Her shows were just coming back from their winter hiatus. Her eyes scanned his face for any hint of a lie, trying to find some falsehood to his confession. But she couldn’t find one.

“I, uh…” She was at a loss. What should she say? She’d never been genuinely asked on a date before.

“You don’t have to say yes,” he told her before she could give him an answer. “I figured it was a long shot.”

“No, I just… I’ve never been asked on a real date before,” she told him quietly.

“Well, now you have.”

She uncrossed her arms, instinctually fiddling with her fingers. “I can’t tonight, unfortunately. But I can let you know when I’m free.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up at her answer. “Yeah, that— that works for me. There’s this amazing Ukrainian restaurant down the block from my apartment, I think you’d love it.”

Nic smiled at his enthusiasm. He seemed genuinely excited. “I’d like that. Um,” she pulled her prescription pad out of her pocket and quickly scribbled her number on it before ripping it off to hand to Casey. “Here’s my number.”

He clutched it in his hand, nodding at her. “Thanks, I’ll make sure to text you.”

“Nicole, by the way,” she told him. “My name is Nicole, but everyone calls me Nic.”

“Nic.” He repeated it, feeling the way it came off his tongue. The sound of it already gave her butterflies. “That’s pretty.”

She blushed deeply. “Thanks. Now if you’ll excuse me, Casey, I have to get home and catch my show.”

“Right, yeah, I’ll let you go.” He gave her a little wave as she headed in the direction of her office before he headed back down the hall to the elevator. As he did, Casey jumped in the air, pumping his fist up in victory. And Lauren doubted him…

[dr-harleen-official]

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MORGAN'S EVER GROWING LIST OF ISSUES BASED AROUND HOW SHE BELIEVES SHE'S NOT LOVEABLE (to heather)

… morgan still thinks that?

i understand where it all came from and i know it’s a deep-rooted issue in her mindset… me and her other mom had been trying to help with this, really. and i know it’s something that cannot be changed overnight. i’m worried for her.

[liardolls]

400 FOLLOWERS PARTY！！！ THANK ALL OF YOU （＾∇＾）

[alicewhimzy]

My Dad and I like to talk about a lot of stuff. One of the things he's been fascinated by is media transmutability and using existing media to make new things. One example he mentioned is "This Spartan Life", a talk show done in the first person shooter Halo 2. This reminded me of the many many animations that many many creators have made over the years out of a game I've liked for a while and unfortunately have only recently been able to start playing; Team Fortress 2. One film in particular stuck out in my mind. I brought it up, we discussed it and after a while he agreed to watch it with me. That was a week or so ago.

🪚🩺🩸

Last night I watched Emesis Blue with my Dad. He was a bit surprised at how little dialogue there was but overall we both really liked it. The stylized design of the nine mercs and the other models works in this film's favor, giving the film a sense of identity that a more conventional live action film wouldn't have. It reminded my dad of the comic Sin City. It is a story with quite a lot of violence, which I think is to be expected considering what it's based on, but even then, it's not gratuitous, not much you wouldn't see in the game proper. It's in support of the plot, and even if there's not as much dialogue as other films, the visual storytelling makes up for it. Also the references to other horror works such as the shining are a nice touch.

One element I like in particular is the fact that the film misleads us so well. At first it seems to be a standard noir outing, especially regarding the storyline of Jacques and Columbo. There's a short fight and a mcguffin in a briefcase is introduced. But once we reach Conagher Slaughterhouse, there's an uncanny eerieness that quickly comes over the audience and never really leaves. We have no way of knowing how much of what we see is real or not, and neither do the characters involved, and nowhere is this doubt in reality shown more prevalently and brilliantly than in Dr. Fritz Ludwig.

Of all the stories told about the tf2 Medic I think this is the greatest I've ever seen. In game, Medic is famous, or infamous, depending on perspective, for being not quite all there in the sanity department. The kind of person who will brag about stealing someone's skeleton. The kind of person who can and has performed soul-transplantation multiple times. The kind of person who will casually mention implanting someone with a fully functioning baboon uterus pregnant with triplets, only a slight exaggeration. He's crazy, he knows it and we love him for it. In Emesis Blue however, this component of the Medic's character, the concept of being mentally unwell, is shown with care and nuance. He is never referred to by his class, but instead has the full name, Dr. Fritz Ludwig. This well-meaning but unstable man is put on a downward track from the moment we first see him, by forces he can neither understand nor control. He blames himself for Jeremy's kidnapping and later death, and wants to find a way to save or at least avenge him or redeem himself. But once he does so and the brothers are dead, his hope is only to survive. Every time he must fight for his life it deeply affects him as he is faced with unbelievable hallucinations. Is it some twisted effect the malfunctioning respawn machine is having on the world around it, or is it his own sanity slowly abandoning him. We see other characters hallucinating, but him? He has no idea. Fritz is constantly fighting a losing war with his own troubled mind, and the situation he's stuck in and trying so hard to get out of is only making it worse, as he gets closer and closer to what the enigmatic undertaker in black has already become. An unstoppable undying force of violence. Not even the others are safe from this, as Jeremy, Stalingrad, Mundy and Jacques clearly show.

Oddly enough however, the film ends on a somewhat bittersweet, if not uplifting note. The two timing schemer Archibald is dead, so is that asshole Jacques, and with no one else to run the company and its involvement in the gravel war coming to light, it's clear that it's going to crash and burn. Good riddance. Mr. Doe survives and makes it out of the funeral alive, secure in the knowledge that many, if not all crimes against him and the other mercs will finally come to light. Fritz is the last one holding the briefcase and even gets to finally reconcile with Jeremy at Dell's bar in the afterlife, even if he respawns one last time soon after. But by far the greatest thing about this film, and the thing that made up for the minimal dialogue for my dad, is the atmosphere.

The atmosphere is nothing short of mesmerizing, there's very little music, only just enough to supplement the tone in a few scenes. All other times the ambient sounds of the environment are all the scene needs to establish how creepy, surreal or hopeless the tone of a scene is. The nigh-omnipresent contrast of red and blue throughout this film, directly calling back to the opposing teams and their perpetual pointless war, is employed to masterful effect, whether to indicate a turning point in a scene, or to illustrate how conflicted a character is. It's simple, maybe even a bit obvious, but it's great nonetheless.

More than anything, watching this film feels like descending into madness in a way that I personally haven't seen an animated film do before now. The feeling that you have while watching Emesis Blue is like swallowing a hungry parasite, and I mean that in the best possible way. It comes upon you slowly but surely, you almost don't perceive it, and by the time you do, it's already got its fangs into you. It nestles deep inside your brain and squirms there long after the credits have run, so that hours later, awake in your bed, you're still thinking about it. Visceral. Terrifying. Beautiful.

Emesis Blue is a modern work of art. My dad thought it was a bit lacking in the script department, but I loved it. If you like your horror with existentialism, surrealism and lots of guns, then I recommend you check it out. It's available on YouTube and I only hope that Fortress Films projects will continue to entertain us in the future. Until next time, how long have I been waiting to do this one?

~A.W.

[irhabiya]

hii i survived the quiz and my instructor said that my presentation today was the best v_v

[lucygrayslover]

Some more art of our friend Dr. Webbs, featuring @seafoamselfships' amazing oc Chu Scendo! (Bonus doodles below the cut!)

Reblogs appreciated! Dr. Webbs (left) uses they/them! Chu (right) uses it/she!

[ask-harvey]

*flirting with you* I have three different jars set up to make my own pickles, in a variety of different types of vegtable and and brine, ranging from a traditional chinese pickling setup with hot peppers, radishes, and carrots to a more modern one using cane vinegar and mini cucumbers.

you sure know how to pique my interest.

i'm impressed with your dedication to the art of pickling... three jars, you say? i always enjoy a homemade pickle myself. i didn't know there were so many variations! all of those sound delicious.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

the height difference between my bfs is so funny

[starlit-roses-ships]

Goddd I don’t think I’ve ever had a character give me this much comfort before the way that Zayne does. Of course, my other f/os all bring me comfort in their own unique ways (no doubt about that), yet I don’t think I’ve felt this deep kind of comfort and safety with the others the way I do with Zayne🥺